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"Everyone is a story somewhere. I, however, am no Jack and that story in my world ended with...well, fewer riches and more genocide. So there you go."

Such a chipper subject to serve tea to. He also rose to fetch the most recent plate of sweets he'd baked. When he did his last acorn loaf, there'd been more dough leftover than he had planned for. Better to make use of it.

"Yes. The Dark Curse was enacted by one particularly angry soul, who stole everyone that had ever crossed her away into a world where their happy ever afters would be lost and forgotten. I came along for the ride."

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The Doctor is deeply silent, because the word genocide makes his stomach twist. There's a silent look of that they're not too different in some ways.

"I hate it when the world ends like that." The Doctor remarks dryly, "I'm so, so, sorry for your loses."

"Really. Memory wiping too. All sorts of bad in these universes. But I assume that the memory wiping can't be permanent, surely if it could be resolved with science."

A short pause, "Is that what you do? Hop around between dimensions?"

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"Have done; it is not exactly something I was looking to make a hobby out of. When I say that it takes a curse to get to a world without magic, I mean having tried to get my hands on other methods first."

He settles down before his cup.

"Memory alteration and loss tend to come in and out in various forms. The person enacting the curse made herself the ruler of her own little pocket of the world without magic, and she wrote not only her role in it but also that of every person trapped there. So when it was at last broken, many people suddenly had two sets of memories in their heads: The ones that had been stolen from them, and the lives that had been created for them. ...So yes. As I said before, I have some experience with pocket dimensions, of various forms."

"I'm not blaming you for what happened. If anything you should like a traveler, like me." The Doctor remarks simply, "If anything," His sounding stinged, "I'm tired of hearing about genocides."

Then loses himself inside of the tea cup.

"Quite. And where you part of the memory alteration pocket dimension?"

Sadly the older you get the more of them you become aware of. "...Yes. I knew that part would end eventually. The goal was to wake up and leave once the curse lifted. The spell made its borders dangerous for any of us to cross, you see. The danger didn't leave, however. Just...changed. Something of a troublesome setback."

"Worlds can in other ways too. Just like all of humanity one day leaves Earth for the stars." There's a twinkle or two in The Doctor's eyes, "They went on to inhabit other planets and mingle with other species."

On a more serious note; "How did the danger change?"

"Denizens of our little town, before, had little reason to try to leave. But misfortune would befall anyone who tried to leave."

Mister Gold was quite content to handle his business in town and utilize his connections and resources to have others handle matters outside of Storybrooke.

"After the curse fell, anyone of us that crossed the border would lose our memories and return to being our cursed selves again."

And that was just the start.

"Sounds like a trap pocket universe." The looks out the window, "I wonder what happens if we try to sail away on that ocean here. Would the same thing happen?"

Another sip, "And what about you. Are you here cursed or did you come when you were free?"

"Oh, it is well after the curse falling." He doesn't imagine he would be telling anyone about all this if he were still just his cursed self, after all. "Once it fell, and magic was restored at least within the confines of our little town, a good deal has happened since. It has become something like everyone's home, like it or not. The curse did a bit of a number on our world in our wake. We're all a little surprised there was anything left."

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The Doctor gives a firm head, "Blimey it most be strange for you to have a place rather than hopping around as you want."

The Doctor rubs the underneath part of his chin and looks out the window, "Blimey, I miss my Tardis..."

"Right I suppose you want a bit about my Earth?"

"I tend to stay in one place for as long as possible."

First the village. Then his castle. Then Storybrooke. Here. In truth, that is a small list of locations for more than two hundred years of living.

"It would be a fair exchange."

"How do you do that. Then I suppose my Police Box is my home." The Doctor remarks with a gentle hum and then with biting words;

Not sure what to say. Thar aren't curses, expect greed and hate and bigotry. The stuff humanity can be very good at times."

The Doctor drinks the rest of his tea, with a softer tone "Everything magic can do, science at some point - can. Want to pop around the universe sure thing! Or pop around other Earths or time travel. Animal shapeshifting. Really just name and it and eventually science has been able be a placeholder for magic. They're brillant when they want to be - humans." The Doctor beams at the end.

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There's something in what he says that pings as familiar. Tardis might be something he's heard before, and his cursed self has some understanding of what a police box is (or was).

No definite connections.

But when he starts into talking about science, Gold has to tell himself that he is not having a cup of tea with Frankenstein, who very much wanted to make the division a pissing contest. A challenge that the Dark One rose to on several occasions but the idea of doing that in his own house really makes him want to roll his eyes.

And maybe it's because a sticking point comes up with it.

"The less said on time travel, the better."

The Doctor gives a slight head nod, he had no want to say he's a time traveler, anyways. Something about it prick a nerve; like maybe an experiment with time travel or something? Trying to save someone and failed and maybe caused a paradox? Definitely a prick nerve.

"...I am also not trying to be short with you. Just...far too much time spent on someone who very much wanted to make a competition out of it. Magic and science. It gets tiresome after a while."

Even when it involves largely winning.

"If it means anything I believe it's probable for magic to exist somewhere. Like here for instance."

"I have just my experience to go on. Some places, there can be more of one than the other, probably balancing on other axes I cannot really identify. Very rare there is just one and not the other. Some that could be mistaken for worlds that are just one. But the other is just...faint. Forgotten. But you hear echoes if you know how to listen." A shrug. "Just as easy to surmise it's all the same thing, just operating by different rules in each place."

"Yes, I've been to some places where the rules were different than the usual. Both of them pocket universes run by a very powerful being, The Toy Maker and The Master. The Toy Maker played games and The Master used his type writer to control the reality around him. Blimey, that was a long time ago."

"And now you stand in yet another. The ones that are created by people do tend to be a little smaller. The limits of a more familiar kind of mind. Storybrooke is self-contained or was. But people from the outside could come in. It might as well have not existed and yet did. A way to hide it. Keep people inside from noticing that they were not changing the way the world outside was." A glance upward as he considers. "Probably for the best that some things were allowed to change. About thirty years in that, lucky that things like technology and fashion were allowed to shift."

Regina would have been made entirely of shoulderpads otherwise.

The Doctor gives a slight head nod; "Basically it was a trick to come into Storybrooke."

"Unless you had reason to look for it, you would never think to even wander in that direction." How a lot of magical things could be, really. "Now you have me curious. I last saw the World Without Magic around the year 2014. Might you come from some point after?"

"We're not from the same universe. Believe I would know if magic existed given my adventures."

"And there was none in that one, save what was brought in from outside. But I'm willing to bet there was some overlap of similar things."

"I'm sure 98 % of our worlds is over-lapped. Probably still have technology despite being so isolated."

Gold takes a sip of his tea. "I can't say whether that is correct or not. But I do know more than one dreamer here is at the very least a story there. Even me. Not always correct. But that's the nature of the beast."

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